8. - – Paul
CHAPTER EIGHT
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PAUL
How much can one man process at a time? Standing outside the dressing room, I press my ear to the doorframe, watching Misha and Lucian cuddle.
I know he knows I’m here. Sneaking up on him would be impossible, but she has no idea that I’ve been listening to them, learning how she feels, and hearing him tell her more than I wish he would.
I’ve had enough listening to him share my private feelings with her, and I’m about to walk in, and interrupt them with the warning that he needs to be on stage in less than two minutes when Cary bursts past me like a man on a mission, jumping up and down in the middle of the room, screeching to Lucian like an excited schoolgirl.
“I found him. He’s here.” He says, clapping his hands, then rubbing them together like a praying mantis about to strike its prey. “I smelled him the second he walked in.”
“Sure it’s him?” Lucian asks, turning around in the chair, showing me that in the past few minutes Misha, my Misha, has fallen asleep in his arms.
It should be my arms she’s in, not his. It’s my fault though, and maybe I’m upset over Lucian telling my secrets because he’s right.
I am afraid of losing her, and I’ve pushed her away because she wouldn’t save herself for me, or for us.
Hearing that she has been considering it does give me some hope, though.
“We both know you’re there.” Cary says to me, looking over his shoulder, staring at me. “You’re not stealthy.” He adds with a laugh, then turns back to Lucian. “Should we dine now, or after the show?”
“I know you know I’m here. You have a show to do. Dine later.” I say to him, answering for Lucian with a little more attitude than intended. It’s just that seeing Misha so peaceful in the arms of a self-proclaimed monster has me feeling all sorts of unhappy ways.
“Later.” Lucian says, rising from his seat, picking up Misha. “After the show, we take him out. For now, Paul, get the new guards to keep watch. If he moves from his seat in the stands, I want him picked up.”
“Will do.” I say humbling my tone to the men who are still family to me, and still my employers. I soften even more when he approaches me and hands the slumbering woman to me, gracefully depositing her in my arms without waking her.
“You two have some things to discuss. We’ll do that after the concert too.” He says as he pats my shoulder and disappears with Cary out the door and down the hall towards the main stage entrance.
It’s only a minute before I hear the crowd in the arena go insane and the music starts. They’re playing without us there, and I silently thank them for it. It’ll give me uninterrupted time with the perfect Misha who’s stirring sleepily in my hold.
“Hey, kitten.” I say to her, looking down at her, smiling at how adorable she really is, headscarf and all.
Instead of being worried that she’s not where she was when she fell asleep, she gives me a relaxed grin and snuggles closer to my chest, and it makes my heart swell with even more love for this perfectly imperfect woman.
“I’m finally sleeping with you.” She murmurs as I set us both down on the sofa in the back of the dressing room, putting my feet up on the glass coffee table in front of it, keeping her tight to me.
“You are, aren’t you?” I say, kissing the top of her head softly.
“Not the kind of sleeping with you that I’ve wanted, though.”
“Yeah, I get that. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. Just kiss me.” She says, her pale blue eyes gazing up at me, all unfocused in her semi-awake state.
“Yes, ma’am.”
It’s like a homecoming as my rough lips touch her silky ones.
She moans a little breathy sound as I press my tongue against the seam of her mouth, asking for entrance, and she accepts me without hesitation.
Her mouth is warm and sweet, and it flips a switch in me, changing me from sweet and cautious to a man starving for the woman he shouldn’t have neglected for this long.
“Fuck Misha. I love you.”
The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them, and in reality, I don’t think I would have even if my brain gave me the chance. She needs to know how I feel from me, not from others.
“I know. I’ve always known. I love you too.” She says against my lips, making the man in me holding back disappear, and I devour her mouth.
I can’t help how aggressive I become with her, she just makes me want to ravage her, and she’s squealing in delight, up on her feet, bent over the front of the couch faster than she can catch her breath from my kisses.
“God, look at that ass.” I say as I pull down her jeans and panties roughly, tossing them on the floor, and kicking them out of the way. “So spankable.”
The mewl she makes when my bare hand connects with her ass is the best fucking sound I’ve ever heard.
It’s all low and breathy and makes me need to spank her again and again until her flesh is red and the palm of my hand hurts from the impact.
Her butt jiggles perfectly with each connection of my palm with her, with little waves rippling over her brightening skin, and the sight of it makes my cock grow in my shorts until it’s hard enough that it could break open the fly and let itself out of its confines.
With extreme urgency, I strip off all my clothes, throwing them with hers, and then rip off her top, exposing the rest of her flesh besides the skin on her head covered by the scarf.
I need us naked, fully exposed, and able to touch and feel everything each other has.
I want to caress every imperfect part of her and show her mine too.
I want to kiss each worry line and scar, and I want to drive my throbbing cock into her from behind as I read her body like it’s brail.
“I’ve been treating you like you’re frail, something you specifically asked me not to do. Now I have to make up for that.”
“Please, I need it.” She moans, backing up as I swing my hand forward, making the next spank so much harder and louder. “Ooohhh, yes!” She cries out, and I can feel my cock jump in its excitement of hearing her vocalize like that even more.
“You like that, you dirty girl?” I ask her, bending over her back, pressing my chest to hers, kicking her feet apart. “You want Daddy to hurt you a little?”
“A lot.” She groans. “Please, Daddy.”
“Good girl.”
It’s beyond rough as I grab my swollen dick in my hand and rub it against her already dripping pussy. Her juices coat me, making everything hot, slick, and easy to impale her with.
“Oh, fuck yes.” She cries out, her hands grabbing at the leather of the sofa as I slam into her, pushing her forward, buckling her elbows. “Paul!”
“Yes, kitten, that’s it; scream for me.” I grunt, setting a punishing rhythm right away, stretching open her little cunt, breaking her in half with the force of my thrusts.
“Ooohhh God!” She screams, her hands flailing, her head dropping down, and her legs already shaking violently. “It hurts.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No. Harder!”
“That’s my good fucking girl.” I praise her, slamming into her over and over again.
My fingers leave deep imprints on her hips as I dig them into her, keeping her from falling forward with each push into her, and her skin is already beginning to bruise from the pressure, but I keep going.
I want to give her everything she needs, and if she has to have it rough, and if she wants it to hurt, I can’t deny her that. I’ve denied her for too long already.
It’s the sexiest thing listening to her cry out loudly and hearing the wet slapping sounds of my pelvis hitting her already reddened ass.
Feeling the fluids from inside her coating me and dripping down my shaft just makes it even better, and it makes my cock pulse so hard that I can feel it throbbing with each fast stroke.
“You take it so well, kitten. So good.” I say, striking her ass again with my hand, making her scream out in pleasure and pain. “Such pretty noises you make, too.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” She squeals as I slap her again and again, making the crimson flesh turn purple and angry.
She’s going to have a hard time sitting down for a few days, but that makes it so much more pleasurable. I’m going to get to watch her squirm every time she moves until she heals, knowing it’s me that made her that way.
The couch makes loud scraping sounds on the floor as I hit her harder and fuck her more wildly. We’re slowly sliding backwards, and when the back of the furniture hits the wall, all the give goes away, and I plow even deeper into her.
“Oh God. Stop. No…don’t. Owww.” She barks out, her arms shaking so hard that she drops face first into the back leather. “More!” She screams loudly, her noises muffled by the cushion under her face.
I know she can’t breathe well, not bent over like this, with her face pushed into the seat, and her body shaking violently, but she doesn’t have any hair to grab, so I do the next best thing.
Grabbing her headscarf, I slide it down around her face and into her mouth.
Twisting it around my fist, I pull back like she’s a filly in a harness and bit.
She gasps a big breath in when I raise her front end, and her pussy clamps down harder on my dick, telling me that the filthy thing loves being treated like an animal, at least at my hands.
“So hot, kitten. Do you know that? You’re so fucking perfect.”
“Mmmhhmmmpphhff.” Is all that can come out of her gagged mouth, but I know what she’s saying. It’s “Thank you, Daddy.”
The harder I pull and the faster I thrust into her now stretched and gaping cunt, the more she uses her internal muscles to squeeze and hold on to me, and the feeling is driving me insane. It’s tipping me over the edge, and I can’t hold back anymore.
On a string of obscenities, I cum inside her pussy, filling her so full that when she follows right behind me, cumming violently, it all pushes out of her, runs down my cock and balls, and drips onto the floor at my feet.
“Fuck yes. That’s it. Drench Daddy. Come on, kitten, more.” I command, smacking her ass one final time, making her entire body buck and jerk under me so hard that my cock pops out of her, dumping the rest of the wetness out of her and all over me. “Good girl.”
I’m a spent and sweaty mess, covered in our mixed cum, but I couldn’t care less.
Grabbing her roughly, I flip her over and we both land on the seat, her on my lap panting and gasping, and I just hold her, needing to bring us both down from the intensity of the orgasms before I can even consider bothering to clean up.
“Wow.” She pants against my bare chest, her breath hot and moist.
“Yeah. Wow.”